Oh the anguish.
I can’t take these long hours of trauma anymore.
Lord, rescue me.
Egos and limbs colliding in a death match.
How did we come to this?
I’ve never met this person before who is a stranger to me now.
It’s almost as if they took our bodies over to make us destroy each other.
No more scars, hurt or pain.
My name has been trampled and slain.
While I still have my hope, I wish you well, farewell.
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